Oh, the things people say!

I had a really funny experience last night at one of those gas station-type groceries. Zach had sent me to get ice cream so we could pour Frangelico over top - an incredibly sweet thing to do, especially considering that I was pulled over yesterday afternoon for talking on my cellphone while driving and the officer actually gave me the ticket. My record is completely clean. The last time I was pulled over was at least six years ago, for "drifting" because I was changing the radio station. Needless to say, there was hysterical crying and near-vomiting. Zach took it better than I did, and is going to help me try to get the fine lowered or the penalty dropped (if I had a NY driver's license it would be 3 points, thankfully I don't). I don't want to hear that I deserved to get the ticket because I was breaking the law. If talking on your cellphone while driving is worthy of being illegal, so is using a radio, driving with children, or even driving with another person you can talk to. I'm a safe driver, and my Mom can attest to the fact that I will get off the phone while driving if I don't think I can talk and be safe at the same time.

But anyways. The grocery cashier.

I walk up to the counter with my pint of icecream, and as I'm pulling out the money she says, 

"Are you gonna have a baby?"

Heaven help us. I sure hope so.

"Yes."

"Do you know what you're having?"

"No, not yet."

"How far along are you?"

"Almost 28 weeks."

"WOW. You're really big for 28 weeks! -pause- No offense! It will just be a healthy baby!"

I smiled at her as she gave me my change, trying desperately not to laugh. She was being sweet, but I don't know how you go from, "Oh, is there a baby in there?" to "Man, you're MASSIVE."

I should've told her I have a stomach tumor that makes me look pregnant. I wonder what she would've said to that.

28 weeks!

 As a side note, Frangelico, which is unbelievably delicious just with cream, is quite fabulous over ice cream, too.

Happy Trinity Sunday!